http://slow.writerscafe.org/Velizabethrogers The original writings of author ElizabethEaston en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775464590 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The street was so still and so quiet. Poppy couldn’t bear it. She leaned her forehead on the cool glass of the window and closed her eyes. One. Two. Three. When she opened her eyes it would be morning. Four. Five. Six. Open.  The same dark, night-time street lay before her. The moon s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Velizabethrogers/1218389/ A children's story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Velizabethrogers/1217858/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Velizabethrogers/1128018/